The moon hung high in the night sky as Selene made her way to the pack’s training grounds. Her side ached faintly, a reminder of the rogue attack, but she pushed the pain aside. She was determined to keep up with the pack. If she didn’t, she’d just give people like Lila more ammunition to question her place among them.
The sound of snapping twigs reached her ears before she saw the group. Caleb stood in the center of the clearing, his back to her, issuing commands as the others sparred. Lila was paired with Ava, and from the sharpness of her movements, it was clear she was taking out her frustration.
Selene hesitated at the edge of the clearing, her wolf instincts prickling. She wasn’t sure if it was Lila’s hostility or something else in the air, but the tension was palpable.
“Selene,”
